Mornings never wake me up
It's over soon as I sit up
I'm useless, tuneless
Remembering everything I'm dreaming of
Soda cans on my nightstand
Piles of pins and rubber bands
Oh what am I going to do with myself now
I'm dripping, try to mop it up
It's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot
So hot
I haven't said a word in weeks
I've burned my eyes out staring at screens
I'm driving to Target on a summer day
And I'm full up to the gills
I'm restless and standstill
Radio ads on repeat and they're making me feel ill
Still st-st-st-st-stuck inside and driving around town
Traveling every inch of pavement with my windows down
I'm driving to Target on a summer day
I'm driving to Target I'm gonna get away
When I walk in, the lights are blinding
The cameras are turning, the cashiers are smiling
There's nothing inside me that couldn't use replacing
I'm gonna take this lipstick and that's just the beginning
I'm driving to Target
On a summer day
Lipsticks, lipgloss
Mascara tubes and crop tops
Flip flops, knee socks
Glitter glue and card stock
Sterling silver friendship bracelets
Luna bars and Reese's pieces
Studs and hoops and heart-shaped earrings
Rings and socks and bags of candy
Colored gel pens, sets of paints
Skirts and shorts and bathing suits
Highlighter palettes, false eyelashes
Pairs of chokers, cheap sunglasses
Maxi dresses, cream eyeshadows
Hot pink scrunchies, cozy nightgowns
Eyelash curlers, beauty blenders
Rhinestone clutches, Pez dispensers
Snickers, Kit Kats, gummy bears
Face masks, Tic Tacs, leans with tears